Friday the 13th

Here we are at Six Flags over Texas, finally utilizing our season passes that we got recently. Yes, Josh and I seemingly look happy in this picture. . .don't be fooled. He was sick to his stomach from riding roller coasters at Six Flags and I have been crying for an hour about having a wreck on the way home from work. Shortly after this my car broke down on the way home and we had to get it towed to Auto Zone where the next morning we fixed the problem ourselves. Talk about a horrible Friday the 13th!! I have never believed in that kind of thing, but that day was seriously bad. It made me think though about how perfect Josh is for me because I was upset and mad and muttering under my breath and he was happy go lucky trying to cheer me up. I love him.